One thought becomes madness, one thought becomes devil.
A first encounter in Wangchuan locked the two of them for three lifetimes.
Su Wandu thought it was fate to save his life;
Shen Jinghan thought that killing her with a sword was a punishment.
Misunderstanding is like a knife, cutting hundreds of love threads into pieces;
Trust is like paper, it cannot withstand the slightest provocation.
She drank the water of Wangchuan River and forgot her past life, but she could not forget the instinct of heartache;
He traveled through the three realms and searched for her soul, but he could not find her.
The soul crossing lamp is extinguished, and the Manzhushahua blooms.
It turns out that the most painful thing in the world is not separation between life and death.
But when you stood in front of me, I forgot that I loved you.
